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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad of the Scottsysshe Kyne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.<br>Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?<br>To you no thyng it dyde accorde<br>To sommom our kynge your soverayne lorde.<br>A kynge a sommer it is wonder; <br>Knowe ye not salte and suger asonder?<br>In your somnynage ye were to malaperte,<br>and your harolde no thynge experte;<br>Ye thought ye dyde it full valyauntolye,<br>But not worth thre skyppes of a pye.<br>Syr squyer-galyarde ye were to swyfte;<br>Your wyll renne before your wytte.<br>To be so scornefull to your alye<br>Your conseyle was not worth a flye.<br>Before the Frensshe kynge, Danes and other<br>Ye ought to honour your lorde and brother.<br>Trowe ye, Syr James, his noble grace<br>For you and your Scottes wolde tourne his face?<br>Now ye proude Scottes of Gelawaye<br>For your kynge may synge welawaye.<br>Now must ye knowe our kynge for your regent,<br>Your soverayne lorde and presedent.<br>In hym is figured Melchisedeche,<br>And ye be desolate as Armeleche.<br>He is our noble champyon,<br>A kynge anoynted, an ye be non.<br>Thrugh your counseyle your fader was slayne;<br>Wherfore I fere ye wyll suffre payne.<br>And ye proude Scottes of Dunbar,<br>Parde ye be his homager<br>And suters to his paylyment.<br>Ye dyde not your dewty therin,<br>Wyerfore ye may it now repent.<br>Ye bere yourselfe somwhat to bolde,<br>Therfore ye have lost your copyholde.<br>Ye be bounde tenauntes to his estate;<br>Give up your game, ye playe chek mate;<br>For to the castell of Norham<br>I understonde to soone ye cam,<br>For a prysoner therenow ye be<br>Eyther to the devyll or the trinite.<br>Thanked be saynte Gorge, our ladyes knythe,<br>Your pryd is paste, adwe, good nycht,<br>Ye have determyned to make a fraye,<br>Our kynge than beynge out of the waye;<br>But by the power and myght of God<br>Ye were beten weth your owne rod.<br>By your wanton wyll, syr,at a worde,<br>Ye have loste spores, cote armure and sworde.<br>Ye had be better to have busked to Huntley Bankes,<br>Than in Englonde to playe ony suche prankes;<br>But ye had some wyld sede to sowe,<br>Therefore ye be layde now full lowe.<br>Your power coude no lenger attayne<br>Warre with our kynge to meyntayne.<br>Of the kynge of Naverne ye may take hede<br>How unfortunately he doth now spede;<br>In double walles now he dooth dreme.<br>That is a kynge without a realme.<br>At hym example ye wolde none take;<br>Experyence hath brought you in the same brake.<br>Of the out yles ye rough foted Scottes<br>We have well eased you of the bottes.<br>Ye rowe ranke Scottes and dronken Danes<br>Of our Englysshe bowes ye have fette your banes.<br>It is not syttynge in tour nor towne<br>A sumner to were a kynges crowne.<br>That noble erle, the Whyte Lyon, <br>Your pompe and pryde hath layde a downe.<br>His sone the lorde admyrall is full good,<br>His swerde hath bathed in the Scottes blode.<br>God save kynge Henry and his lordes all<br>And sende the Frensshe kynge suche another fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amen, for saynt charyte and God save noble<br>Kynge Henry the viij.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Skelton">John Skelton</a><div class=q>
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Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?
To you no thyng it dyde accorde
To sommom our kynge your soverayne lorde.
A kynge a sommer it is wonder; 
Knowe ye not salte and suger asonder?
In your somnynage ye were ..."></div>
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